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| so, long time since ive been on my xanga. recently, i was astounded to discover that people still use xanga to relate their recent activities to others around the xanga world (or rather, just those who have not yet been sucked into the world of myspace, or its more evil cousin - facebook). and when they too discovered that i had a past xanga life, which i had long left behind, they prompted me to update it so that they too may read about my recent activities with pictures (which facbeook doesn anyways....)
so in response to prove them wrong, i decided to run a test - if people still read xanga, and are somehow still amazingly "subscribed" to me (i believe that is the right term), let me know that you still read. if you are reading and wondering to yourself if this is a cry out for lots of comments, youre damn right it is. if a sufficient number is not reached, then i will thus turn the number of comments, or replies back to my friends (or losers who still use xanga) and thus prove i do not need to update.
if a good number is reached, i will begin to once again update regularly of my exciting adventures which many of yous looked forward to reading in those golden days.
well thats it for now. i will be checking back in approximately 2-3 days. i believe thats usually when the influx of comments stops as people go on to read other people's xanga entries. good day everyone.
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| WOW its been quite a while since ive updated my xanga.....and i dont really have anything to do these days......so i guess i should update all you xangsters out there, if you even look at this anymore. so ive been overwhelmed with myspace and facebook these days, so xanga has been neglected. but to update all of you out there who havent really been in touch with me these days....ill just go into the important things of this summer. so first of all, i graduated high school - yay 
thanks to everyone who came.... then i turned 18 - yay  
thanks to everyone who came out..... what else....yes, now im dating this one girl, Joanne Choi - yay 
yes thats her.... next...i got my real estate license - yay so if you need to sell or buy a house....give me a call and lastly and most importantly, i moved into UCLA! - yay so heres my room: 
from the entrance....its tiny yes  my closet....nice and neat :) 
my bed...nice and neat 
my cool roomate putting his computer together....hes pretty chill 
and last of all, my work space. college is great kiddos. youll love it. for those of you who have already been here, its an awesome experience. especially the moment when your parents finally leave you after you first move in.....gotta say, one of the greatest, spirit lifting, breathtaking experiences ever. i shall cherish it forever. anyhow, as college goes on, il try to update more often. back to partying, drinking, meeting new pretty girls, hooka, running around in the middle of the night, staying up until 4. the college life. just as you thought. | | |
| alright so i havent updated in while, so let me bring you up to date on whats been going on in my life. my daily schedule is something like this:
SCHOOL:
period 1 - either: sleep, talk, play uno, play cards, play gameboy
period 2 - either: sleep, talk, play monopoly, watch movie
period 3 - either: sleep, talk, watch lion king in spanish
period 4 - either: sleep, talk, read pygmalian, play gameboy, play cards
period 5 - either: sleep, talk, play uno, play gameboy, play chess
period 6 - either: sleep, talk, play uno, play gameboy, play chess
HOME:
4:00 - leave for xl
XL:
4:30/5:00 - 8:00/9:00 tutor sunsu
at the same time: chat, myspace, xanga, facebook, sleep, tutor sunsu
9:00/9:30 - leave for hom
HOME:
until i sleep - chat, mypace, xanga, facebook, take shower, snack
seriously, myspace is gonna take over the world. its the new xanga i swear. well, back to myspace. | | |
| OMG ZEH PROM IS ALREADY OVER......good times good times. now i shall update with what all you xangsters wish to see...
to start off, check this baby out ---------->
yes i went through all sorts of trouble to get this flower bigger better and badder than everyone else's corsage (without her knowing) i guess it paid off (thanks t justin)
so i got her mom 2 dozen pink roses when i picked my date up (mom was really happy). then i got joan this long stemmed sunflower (just look at her face....)
so because of what happned last year at homecomming....i got paranoid and so i decided to pick her up early.....and thus we were the first ones at kara's house.
eventually other people started showing up...
christine pai - looked unexpectedly good that day
joyce lin in her bright green
Audrey Hackett....striking
i cant aim my camera very well
couple picture
haha loser - no one to talk to (she ditched me at the bench)
trying to figure this out....
haha yes
she had no idea what she was doing....
AND she poked me
25 minutes later......lol
ok im getting tired of captions (next coupla photos = group photos)
all girls
all guys (clearly more creative than the girls...)
everyone
DINNER:
young looks SOO excited to be out with his gf, Amy
as for me....w.e.
our end of the table
whole table
teddy and i were meant to be
where is your dress audrey?
Helen wanted Joan's gold dress so bad. >:)
the two Kim's (Jason)
Jonathon, our ownly Jew
Susan Jan, with the bangs lol
YAYUH GO BRUINS! (Tiffany Yen)
Kara and I go waaay back (2nd grade?)
Total bill: $800 some-odd. Teddy our sugardaddy paid for everyone (yeah right)
$14/ pitcher of beer.....
Young drank the last $10 left in it.....(just kidding it was water)
i was pretty cold, so i gave my jacket to Joan
DANCE (@ Hyatt Hotel, across the street from Newport Beach):
so this is what a high school prom dance floor looks like...
people were sweating like mad pigs.
me and the beautiful Elaine Kao
Debby Kim (sorta weird taking a picture with one of my sister's friends... at PROM)
Vanessa Yang and her sweaty-sticky-backless dress >=P
KARAOKE:
"I want it that way" -Backstreet Boys
"Love Potion Number Nine"
AFTERPARTY:
"Dang, so much alcohol..." -Martin
dead tired at 3 in the morning
Joan was frickin wasted....(haha jk, in your dreams)
ok she wasnt, but i was (im jk again)
i leave you with this:
haha i know she hates it when i say this, but joan, you were looking gorgeous that night. thanks | | |
| Suppose that people live forever.
Strangely, the population of each city splits in two: the Laters and the Nows.
The Laters reason that there is no hurry to begin their classes at the university, to learn a second language, to read Voltair or Newton, to seek promotion in their jobs, to fall in love, to raise a family. For all these things, there is an infinite span of time. In endless time, all things can be accomplished. Thus all things can wait. Indeed, hasty actions breed mistakes. And who can argue with their logic? The Laters can be recognized in any shop or promenade. They walk an easy gait and wear loose-fitting clothes. Theytake pleasure in reading whatever magazines are open, or rearranging furniture in their homes, or slipping into conversation the way a leaf falls from a tree. The Laters sit in cafes sipping coffee and sicussing the possibilities of life.
The Nows note that with infinite lives, they can do all they can imagine. They will have an infinite number of careers, they will marry an infinite number of times, they will change their politics infinitely. Each person will be a lawyer, a brecklayer, a writer, an accountant, a painter, a physician, a farmer. The Nows are constantly reading new books, studying new trades, new languages. In order to taste the infinites of life, they begin early and never go slowly. And who can question their logic? The nows are easily spotted. They are the ownders of the cafes, the college professors, the doctors and nurses, the politicians, the people who rock their legs constantly whenever they sit down. They move through a succession of lives, eager to miss nothing. When two Nows chance to meet at the hexagonal pilaster of the Zahringer Fountain, they compare the lives they have mastered, exchange information, and glance at their watches. When two Laters meet at the same location, they ponder the future and follow the parabola of the water with thier eyes.
The Nows and the Laters have one thing in common. With finite life comes an infinite list of relatives. Grandparents never die, nor do great-grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles, great-great-aunts, and so on, back through the generations, all alive and offering advice. Sons never escape from the shadows of their fathers. Nor do daughters of their mothers. No one ever comes into his own.
When a man starts a business, he feels compelled to talk it over with his parents and grandparents and great-grandparents, ad infinitum, to learn from their errors. For no new enterprise is new. All things have been attempted by some antecedent in the family tree. Indeed, all things have been accomplished. But at a price. For in such a world, the multiplication of achievements is partly divided by the diminishment of ambition.
And when a daughter wants guidance from her mother, she cannot get it undiluted. Her mother must ask her mother, who must ask her mother, and so on forever. Just as sons and daughters cannot make decisions themselves, they cannot turn to parents for confident advice. Parents are not the source of certainty. There are one million sources
Where every action must be verified one million times, life is tentative. Bridges thrust halfway over rivers and then abruptly stop. Buildings rise nine stories high but have no roofs. The grocer's stocks of ginger, salt, cod, and beef change with every change of mind, every consultation. Sentences go unfinished. Engagements end just days before weddings. And on the avenues and streets, people turn their heads and peer behind their backs, to see who might be watching.
Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No person is free. Over time, some have determinded that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past. These few souls, with their dear relatives looking on, dive into Lake Constance or hurl themselves from Monte Lema, ending their infinites lives. In this way, the finite has congquered the infinite, millions of autumns have yielded to no autumns, millions of snowfalls have yielded to no snowfalls, millions of admonitions ahve yielded to none.
[from the 2004 english literature and composition ap test]
the tragedy of immortality...
if you could pick, which would you be? | | |
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